Thursday, March 17, 2011

How To Painthoney Pine

Cold night

cold, so cold, I always feel cold at night, and I hug the sides wrap them tight, pretending that you do so, there you are, you do not exist in my life, not yet not now, maybe tomorrow! I do not know, and I smile, I smile the same to my stupid life is always the same smile with unfulfilled dreams, I smile to the faces that are gone, I smile and affection of friends, smiling at the empty pillow, I smile the music I do not enough anymore, I smile to my illusions, I smile while I do not want to lose, I do not feel good to smile, I smile to the granite on the crystal heart, smile to my theatrical bruising, I smile at my not be normal, I smile my feel-tiny fragile helpless one, I smile in the mirror, my eyes bright and melancholy, my voice soft in my old sweetness found, ideas that in my mind, brain, unstoppable, I try to erase the thoughts, desires, I do not want most have, in the words that I can not hold, the smiles will continue to provide, to the tears that I try to suffocate me in my nice, for some reason, who knows who, in new clothes, for some reason, who knows whom, and back the cold, with all this rain, cold, very cold, always cold at night, and I hug the sides wrap them tight, pretending that you do so, there you are, you do not exist in the my life, not yet, not now, maybe tomorrow! I do not know, I do not believe more ...

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